Under Table Finger Fuck

LENAThe next dinner was normal. That was the worst part.Dad was talking about some work stuff. Mom was asking about the weekend plans.The table was set the way it always was; plates, glasses, the long white tablecloth that hung almost to our knees. Maya sat directly across from me. She hadn’t looked at me once since we sat down.I kept my eyes on my plate. My body still ached from earlier. My clit felt swollen and sore every time I shifted, and goodness the marks on my shoulder and neck were hidden under a loose shirt, but I could feel them every time the fabric brushed my skin.I thought if I just stayed quiet and ate, I could get through it.Then Maya’s foot touched mine under the table. It was a light press at first. I froze almost immediately. Still she didn’t look up, just calmly cut a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth while her foot slid higher, pushing my knees apart under the tablecloth.I tried to close them but she pushed harder.Her hand left her lap.I felt the w

Bathroom Fuvk

Lena’s POVThe bathroom was already full of steam when Maya pulled me in by the wrist and locked the door behind us.She didn’t say anything at first. She just turned the shower on full, hot enough that the glass started fogging in seconds, then stripped without looking away from me. Tank top over her head. Shorts shoved down. Bare. Already flushed. She stepped under the spray and held out her hand.I took it.The water hit my shoulders and ran down my chest in thick streams. Maya pulled me in until our bodies were flush, wet skin sliding against wet skin. Her mouth found mine immediately—deep, open, hungry. Tongues sliding. Teeth catching. She kissed me like she had been thinking about it all day and finally had me where she wanted.One of her hands slid down my stomach, between my legs, and cupped my cunt. Two fingers pressed against my clit, rubbing slow circles while the water poured over us. I moaned into her mouth.“Fuck—”She kept rubbing. Kept kissing. The steam made everythin

Spanked Raw Then Fvcked

LENAIt was another day, I told myself I wouldn’t do it again. That the marks on my thighs and the lingering ache between my legs were enough of a warning. That I could just stay in my room, lock the door, and pretend none of it had happened.When Maya’s calm voice came from the hallway, I ignored it the first time.“Lena.”I stayed on my bed, headphones in, pretending I couldn’t hear.She called again, closer.“Lena. Come here.”I got up, crossed the room, and locked the door. Parents were both home, Dad in the living room, Mom somewhere downstairs. I could hear the low murmur of the television.I sat back on the bed and waited.The doorknob turned. Once. Twice. Then her voice, right against the wood.“Open it.”I didn’t.Something hard hit the door. Then the lock gave with a sharp crack. Maya shoved the door open and stepped inside.I scrambled back. “Get out. I said no. I’m not doing this anymore.”She didn’t answer. She just walked toward me.I tried to push past her into the hall

Bottle Deep In Her

Maya POVI had started leaving things in her room. A thick black marker that used to live in the kitchen drawer. A small clear glass bottle from her own desk, the kind that once held perfume oil. It was empty now, smooth and tapered.A soft scarf that had been buried in the back of her closet. A handful of wooden clothes pegs taken from the laundry basket.I put them where she would see them if she looked hard enough, then waited.The afternoon was quiet. Mom was in the next room, the door half-open, sorting through a box of old photos on the floor.I could hear the soft slide of paper and the occasional quiet comment she made to herself.Lena was on her bed with a book she wasn’t really reading. She looked up when I walked in and shut the door. Her eyes went straight to the way I locked it with a soft click and then to the scarf already in my hand.“Maya.”“Lie back.”She didn’t move at first. I crossed the room, took the book from her fingers, and set it aside. When she still hesit

Owning Her

Lena’s POVThe second the front door slammed and the car engine faded down the street, Maya’s fingers were already back inside me.Two of them. Deep. Curled. She didn’t ask. She just pushed in like she owned the space, and my body opened for her like it had been waiting all night. I was still on my back in my bed, sheets tangled around one ankle, shirt long gone. Her mouth found my neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark while her fingers worked me open with short, filthy strokes.I grabbed her wrist and held it there.Not to stop her.To keep her exactly where I wanted.She added a third finger. The stretch burned in the best way. My hips rolled up to meet every thrust. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. I could feel how soaked the sheets already were under my ass.Maya pulled her fingers out, shoved my thighs wider, and put her mouth on me.No warm-up. No teasing. Just her tongue flat against my cunt, licking me open like she was starving. She sucked my clit between her lips and

All Chapters of UNTAMED DESIRES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

Under Table Finger Fuck

Bathroom Fuvk

Spanked Raw Then Fvcked

Bottle Deep In Her

Owning Her